She unknowingly signs up to everything!

Vanessa walked cockily through the crowd, thinking about how she could afford to buy literally anything at all of the market stalls. As she got further through the market, the more crowded it became. There were various vendors yelling about the products they sell, trying to get customers to come to their stall.

Vanessa eventually grew tired of the market, the large crowds and height of poverty had begun to annoy her. She didn't care for any of it, she was simply here to appease the law. As she turned around to head out of the market, however, she soon realised how tricky it was to find the exit. Each turn she made lead her to more crowds with more market stalls. It was almost like the market was in a maze.

Vanessa got very frustrated and stormed over to the nearest vendor. "How the fuck do you get out of here!?" She barked at the poor vendor, who was just trying to serve a customer. "Umm...you have to go left at the end of this path and you'll see it." He told Vanessa, hesitantly as he was in the middle of serving a customer.

With a huff, Vanessa stormed over to where the vendor had pointed. "I'm sure I came down here though!" She told herself, still frustrated about getting lost. When she'd reached the end of the path and turned left, Vanessa could indeed see what looked like a way out. It was at the end of another market stall street, flooding with people.

While Vanessa walked down the street, there were vendors stood infront of their stalls trying to talk to people walking past. Vanessa paid them no attention, but the vendors recognised her instantly. "Vanessa Sinclair! Wanna sign here?" A young male vendor asked her, holding a clipboard with a piece of paper infront of Vanessa's face. Vanessa was startled and angry to be interrupted. "What!?" She bellowed at the man. "D-do you wanna sign this..?" The man asked in a more sheepish tone, afraid of Vanessa's angry persona.

Vanessa looked at the clipboard and assumed the guy was asking her for an autograph. She switched her anger to a smile, suddenly realising her fame and accepting it with her cocky ego. "Oh! Of course, I'm not paying you shit though, I like my fans to stay beneath me!" Vanessa chuckled, she snatched the pen out of the vendor's hand and signed the paper. The vendor gave Vanessa a puzzled look, concerned with what she said. Once she was finished, Vanessa handed him the pen and then carried on with her walk.

This happened to Vanessa constantly, all the way down the street. Street vendors kept rushing up to her and asking for what Vanessa thought were 'autographs'. Not only did this fuel Vanessa's cocky ego, but it also encouraged even more vendors to start doing the same as they realised Vanessa was signing everything.

By the time she'd reached the way out, Vanessa had signed over 15 papers at least. She smiled evilly, adoring how much power she had over people. Just when she had made it to the archway, signifying the exit, a young female vendor suddenly jumped up close infront of Vanessa. Before Vanessa could do or say anything, the vendor held up a spray bottle and squeezed the trigger. A strange red cloud suddenly surrounded Vanessa's entire head, putting her to sleep instantly...